Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.

Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don’t want to hope for anything anymore.

The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.